stand still as the crepuscular rays tore the clouds,
feeling the apricite warmth on my face,
thinking what if?
it's a river with all its possible distributaries falling towards the ocean of peace.
i swam around in all the corners, wave past the drowned and the cowards.
not knowing I'll inherently end up like one.
i filled my lungs to its brim and took a deep dive into this river, beyond foresight I saw my dead dreams,
i was a guitarist, playing an old Sufi song that portrays a girl enveloped in absolute love.
i was an artist, drawing a bouquet with all the different flowers and ribbons for a girl who loved Sufi song.
i was an astronaut, sitting on my spaceship looking at a photo inside my wallet missing my wife and child.
and was a writer, writing about the petrichor smell of the soil.